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I roll my eyes. “Fine. I was touching myself. Okay?”

“Why’d you stop?”

I feel myself blushing, suddenly embarrassed to be having this conversation with him.

“Touch yourself, sweetheart. I want to know what you look like when you come . . . please.” His voice sounds strained, and it turns me on even more.

I nod, dipping my hand back under the water to circle my clit.

“Are you imagining it’s me touching you?” he husks out.

I wasn’t, but now I am. I nod again, clutching the phone and glancing at him. He shifts on the bed, and my breath catches in my throat when his upper body starts moving, and I realize he’s stroking himself just off camera.

“Slip one finger inside of yourself.”

I do as he says, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Now another one.”

I inhale sharply at the stretch, whimpering.

“I’m thicker than that. Think you can take a third?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“Circle your clit with your thumb.”

I moan, tipping my head back as flutters start at the base of my stomach.

“Look at me.” He demands.

My eyes fly open, and I find his through the phone. I wish I could touch him. Have him be the one making me come. This is the second-best thing, though.

“Come for me, Becca.” He rasps.

I circle my clit once more with my thumb, and that’s all it takes for me to come with a yell. My chest heaves from my orgasm as I float back to Earth.

“Fuck, Becca.” His eyes flutter closed. “So hot,” he pants. “Fuck. Yes,” he yells as he comes.

This was not how I expected the night to go, but I’m not complaining.

Chapter thirty-one

Holt

I fix my tie, heaving out a breath. Tonight’s game against the Vancouver Vipers did not go our way, which is why the dressing room is silent. So silent you could hear a pin drop. We played last night as well, which definitely didn’t help.

I have some time to kill before the bus takes us to the airport, so I guess I’ll head down the hall to the large conference room where we ate dinner a few hours ago. Where I’m pretty sure there’s food available if anyone’s hungry before the flight. Not that I am. Not really. But I should eat so I can replenish all the calories I burned during the game.

I look around to see if any of the other guys are ready, but they’re all still in various stages of undress. Guess I’ll be going alone. Checking the time on my phone, I see it’s too late to call Becca, unfortunately.

My thoughts wander to two nights ago when I video called her to chat, only to find out she was naked in the tub. It was hot watching her come. The noises she made. The way she looked.

The memories are making me hard. Not ideal since I’m in the middle of the dressing room, surrounded by my teammates. I force myself to think about something, anything, else.

Once my cock settles down, I get to my feet and head out the door. I stumble to a stop when I see who is standing right outside, leaning against the wall inspecting her nails.

“What are you doing here?” I bite out.